Chapter 74: The Biography of the Master in the Sky Prison!
In the city of Chang'an, within the prison.
Recently, a big man, a big man who can pierce the sky, Ning Que, the thirteenth teacher of the Academy, was imprisoned.
Tianlao, because it is at the feet of the emperor, it is named "Tianlao!" '
It is under the direct jurisdiction of the Minister of Dali Temple. Once you enter the heavenly prison, it is difficult to return, that's it! The criminals who can be imprisoned in the sky prison are all hard-spoken and unpardonable.
Even if you are a noble person in the ministry, you will not be able to get out cleanly after entering the heavenly prison. You will either hang yourself from the beam in the prison, or you will get stuck in the duck bones while eating Deshengju's famous roast duck. and die.
The methods of death were all strange and strange, all of them committed suicide, and the nobles in the prison died one after another.
Although the prison guards in the sky prison are not as noble as the nobles, they are also hereditary and irreplaceable golden rice bowls. I have only seen nobles who have been replaced, but have you ever seen a jailer who has been replaced? Of course, there are also quite a few nobles who annoyed His Majesty and were sent to the sky prison, but most of the time, those nobles are locked in unusual cells in the sky prison, but in a separate courtyard behind the sky prison.
Apart from not being able to leave, there is no difference from being outside.
On the school field outside the dungeon! "Suntou, what should we do?"
"My house was blocked yesterday when I came home from work at the embroidery workshop."
"If it weren't for the brothers from the government office, what would have happened if we were nearby?"
The jailer Wang Er said worriedly, although he didn't know which gang it was, but are there any other gangs in Chang'an City? "Sun Tou, my family's situation is not much different from that of Wang's second brother's family. My old Taishan was drunk a few days ago and was beaten by someone with his head covered. No one has been arrested yet."
When Zhang Liu talked about this matter, he sighed again and again. His old Taishan always thought that he led someone to beat him.
A kind of prison guards complained about their sufferings, telling what happened at home in recent days.
And when these things first happened, it was after Ning Que, the master's personal disciple, was imprisoned in the sky prison.
Sun Tou, who has been the head of the prison for decades, frowned and said: "This time the fish and dragon gang has crossed the line. We are just jailers. There has never been any distinguished person who will harm the relatives of the jailer."
"Hurry up and be on duty. The adults in the court will not watch what happens to the jailer in the sky."
The sky prison of the Chang'an government office has been passed down from generation to generation and has already formed its own line. They rely on never standing in line.
The nobles would not believe that the jailer arranged by the other family, even the jailer of Gutian Prison, would not be replaced by a county magistrate! The head of the Tianluo, Sun Tou, opened the Tianlu prison. After the jailers offered incense to the Prison God and kowtowed, they began to check whether any prisoners committed suicide last night.
It's summer, and if the dead prisoners are not cleaned up for three days, the smell will be so bad that people can't eat.
And Ning Que was imprisoned in cell No. 36 of Tianlao Jiazi, and the rancid smell continued to come from the tip of his nose.
The unceasing cries of grievances in his ears made it difficult for Ning Que, who was hastily thrown into the sky prison just after joining the Master's door, to get used to it.
It's been seven days, why haven't the teacher or brothers come to rescue him? Except for the disciple of the imperial master, He Mingchi, who came to deliver something with the imperial master's handwriting, he went to see him in the prison where no one came.
Ning Que played with the title of the Imperial Master. In this heavenly prison, the title of the Imperial Master, the personal disciple of the old man Yan Se, was more useful than the name of the Master's direct disciple at the back of the academy.
"You must never admit to those murder cases. Once you admit it, you really can't get out."
It was hard for him and Sangsang to survive in this world, how could he die without revenge?
He had a hard time surviving the gangsters in General Xuanwei's mansion, the vast Minshan Mountains, the small mountain village on the border of Yantang and Tang Dynasties, and chopping firewood in Shubi Lake. What's wrong with him?
If seeking to survive is wrong, then what is right in this world? The cries of grievances in the sky prison never stopped, but Ning Que did not say a word, lying on the mattress sent by He Mingchi, a disciple of the national teacher, and dozed off.
After a few more hours, when it was time to serve meals, the difference appeared.
Ning Que was involved in many people, and the Imperial Master's Office personally took care of the money. Therefore, during the past few days in the prison, he was served with good wine and meat. Except that his accommodation was not ideal, he did not look like a criminal at all.
The Heavenly Prison is also a world of small people, criminals who come from honorable backgrounds and have been ministers for many generations, all eat exquisite meals.
Those nobles who came in relying on greed and withholding food and salaries for disaster relief, ate corn bread mixed with chaff.
In order to carry it on, even if they are full, these people have to eat such buns for several months, and then they will be cut off after autumn, and their heads will be rolled all over the ground before they can comfort the victims who died.
Sun Tou hunched over and walked to No. 36, Jiazi, and said, "Mr. Ning, it's because I will not transfer you to the cell in the backyard. It is really a decree from above. I am just a small person. I still hope that Mr. Ning will give you a hand." Fourth master write a letter, accept the supernatural power!"
He is almost seventy years old and has only a few years left to live. He has never been locked up in a prison. For a big shot like Ning Que, who dares to disobey His Majesty's will? Ning Que in the cell raised his mouth slightly and said, "Where is the pen, ink, paper and inkstone? I can't tell Fourth Brother Qi that there is no pen and ink in the cell!"
You don't need to think about it to know what means the brothers from the Yulong Gang used to make these old fritters surrender.
People in the rivers and lakes, show loyalty!
Just doing this, if someone exposes him, it may not be of much benefit to the brothers of the Yulong Gang.
Now that he is covered by the two identities of Master's personal biography and Yan Se's personal biography, he will not be neglected.
Sun Tou waved his hand, and the jailer who had been waiting behind him for a long time immediately handed the pen and ink into Room A 36.
Ning Que wrote with a pen on dirty rice paper, and only stopped after telling him not to worry about the cost in prison.
After Ning Que handed out the rice paper, pen and ink from the prison cell, he asked, "May I ask the old man, what rumors have arisen in Chang'an City recently?"
Sun Tou hurriedly replied: "Mr. Ning, there are no rumors in the city, Lord Shangguan has already resigned."
"Mr. Ning will probably be released soon!"
The sky prison in Dali Temple can hold the nobles in the court hall, but how can they pay attention to Master Yan Se's personal disciple? There are rumors among the people that Master Yan Se will return to Xiling Temple and change Ning Que's household registration to Xiling.
The laws of the Tang Dynasty can kill Tang people, but they cannot kill Xiling people. I don’t know whether it is true or false.
After eating, Ning Que lay on the mattress as usual. His identity was now exposed.
Even if he went out, Xiahou's people would frantically assassinate him, fearing that only the old man Yan Se could save him.
Master hasn't come to save him yet. Could it be that he has given up on his newly recruited direct disciple? Accompanied by the endless cry of grievances, Ning Que was very conflicted, what should he do in the future?
(End of this chapter)
